She smiles softly, her lips quirking up just enough to crack something deep inside of me.
“I like you too. And I like Sawyer. Maybe we don’t have to change anything about that right away.”
“What do you mean?”
She shrugs one shoulder. "Maybe we just… keep this between us. For now. Until we know where it's going. I don’t want to hurt Sawyer either."
I hate that. I understand it, but I hate it, because I already know exactly where this is going for me. I'm already gone for her. Have been for a while.
"Is that what you want?"
"Yeah," she nods like she’s deep in thought. "I don’t want to put your career at risk and you’re right, I don’t know how my father would react if he knew we were sleeping together. I’ve just joined the Mayhem, I don’t want my boss to look at me differently, and Sawyer…” her voice trails off. There’s a beat of silence while I watch her process it all. “Let’s take things slow. For both of us.”
I swallow. “Okay.”
She lowers her face and kisses me softly. “Thank you for finally telling me how you feel."
My hand slides down between us until I'm cupping her pussy, warm and soft.
“I’m sorry I didn’t do it sooner.” I slide two fingers inside of her, feeling the wet, warmth of her wrap around me. “Already so wet for me,” I murmur, brushing another kiss against her lips, this one slower, deeper. She melts into me, her fingers tangling in my hair, pulling me closer as her hips rock down on my cock, seeking more.
I slip another finger inside her, stretching her, coaxing her, while my thumb rubs gentle, lazy circles over her clit. Her hips respond instantly, rocking into me, chasing that friction that sheneeds. I lay back, just watching her—enjoyingher—as she moves over me, her body gliding so perfectly against mine while she rides my hand.
We stay like that for a while, lost in the slow rhythm of her hips rising and falling, my fingers buried deep, my thumb stroking her clit. She’s intoxicating and now she knows how I feel. I don’t want to keep this a secret. I won’t for long. But this is the right thing to do. Until I can figure out how Sawyer will feel.
Until I can figure out whether Bri’s going to leave us, too.
“My ex and I only ever had vanilla sex,” she says softly, her voice breathless but playful as her hips continue their hypnotic roll, coating my bare cock with her pussy but not letting me inside of her just yet.
I arch a brow. “Not what I want you to be thinking about right now, but I’ll bite. Was your relationship anything like Mr. and Mrs. Wellington?”
A grin spreads across her face, her eyes twinkling with amusement. She bites her bottom lip, rocking her hips just a little harder, teasing me.
“Not even close,” she whispers, her grin widening. “My ex is the reason I got into watching married people porn. I wanted to believe that there was more.” She positions her pussy right over the tip of my cock, soaking it without pushing me inside. It’s a tease but I want her to keep talking. I lean up and kiss one of her breasts before pulling the nipple into my mouth then I look up at her.
“Did it work?”
She looks down at me with softer eyes. “Yes. But you helped with that too. I always thought I’d end up in a predictable, simple, gentle relationship. I thought that was romance. But you knowwhat I’ve realized? There are different shades and ways romance can show up in a relationship.”
I love that she’s telling me this. Bri’s always been better than me when it comes to expressing her feelings and emotions.
“I would have never known all you had before we met was vanilla sex,” I tease.
She grins. “I was figuratively wearing a mask the night we met.”
And that’s the truth for both of us. My hand moves to her hip, squeezing her thighs as I guide her, feeling the slick heat of her pussy dragging over my bare cock. Her moan is pure sin, a sound that makes my cock throb painfully. I can’t take it. I lift my other hand, grabbing her ass and giving it a hard, satisfying slap.
“Fuck, Seth,” she gasps, her head falling back. “See? Stuff likethat.I didn’t think I’d love being spanked.”
“I’m starting to think that we haven’t been having enough kinky sex.”
She laughs. “Is that so?”
I spank her again and she moans before whimpering and grinding down onto my hand even harder, drenching my knuckles.
“You’re so soft,” I rasp, my fingers pumping deeper inside her, “but you like it rough, don’t you?”
She nods, her lips parting. I do it again. Louder this time. Harder. Until her and my moans of pleasure mix.
